We were more toxic than this
cigarette between my fingers
Like a good addict I am still
looking for those eyes
that loved to undress me.
My mind is silenced.
My heart is twisted.
I wonder is it human to crave
poison while I lie awake,
a bit drunk with smoke in my lungs
waiting for you to come back.
Lovely😊
I love it!
You have a beautiful way of capturing the emotions of being human, another great poem well done Luna <3
Excellent. Well done.
The longing is stone deep. Beautiful and sad. 🙂
This is so ‘noir’ I love it
Wew! What a piece
How powerfully we yearn for real love. It is hard to keep searching while putting off counterfeits.